Remember this, O mind! Nobody is your own; Vain is your wandering in this world. Trapped in the subtle snare of maya as you are, Do not forget the [Divine] Mother's name. Only a day or two men honour you on earth As lord and master; all too soon That form, so honoured now, must needs be cast away, When Death, the Master, seizes you. Even your beloved wife, for whom, while yet you live, You fret yourself almost to death, Will not go with you then; she too will say farewell, And shun your corpse as an evil thing.
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